Then, since I’m sure to meet my Fate, How vain would Hope appear? Since Fear cannot protract the Date, How foolish ’twere to fear?

Now… what y'all wanna do? / Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?

We asked a subset of the population of the town for their opinion.

The Master—the deil's in their thrapples that should call him sae! it's Mr. Henry should be master now!